The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You dream of a coat. It hangs in a void of white. Not a room. A void. The coat is grey. Wool. Heavy. It has no owner. You reach for it. Your fingers pass through the fabric. Cold air rushes into the hollows of your hands. You wake in the dark. The city breathes outside your window. Rain ticks against the glass. You are Elias Thorne. You work in the lower office. You file papers. You do not...

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